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Archery Lessons

Chapter 3

Marian's eyes fluttered open, the young vixen yawning and stretching out in her comfortable bed. From the way the sun was shining in through her window, she was certain she'd overslept again...but with a night as fun and interesting as her last had been, it was hard to worry overmuch about it. The lingering aroma of lunch met her sensitive nostrils, clearly having been prepared and served before she'd even so much as risen. Was it roasted bream today? It certainly smelled of it.

The sleepy fox rubbed at her eyes, yawning wider this time as she stood. She began to carefully strip out of her sleep-clothes, taking a moment to inspect her appearance in the long mirror by her vanity. Marian did a little turn, noting just how full and voluptuous her frame was becoming. Her breasts had filled out nicely, her hips rather wide and ideal for child-bearing. She was certain Robin would enjoy how she'd developed in their time apart, but there was no telling where her love even was, let alone if he still harbored affection for her. It had been years, after all.

"Oh, Robin." The canine maiden sighed out, padding over to her armoire and preparing her clothing for the day. The next hour or two was a blur of the vixen playing catch-up: brushing her fur, dressing herself, scarfing down a quick meal, and running off to the badminton 'court' to play with Lady Kluck. Even while she played, it was clear she was distracted by thoughts of her nightly rendezvous with the captain of the guard. Her lady-in-waiting, as a result, soundly thrashed her in their little bout.

"What's this? You're sleeping in late, and now you're playing like rubbish." The older hen remarked, placing a hand on her hip and giving Marian a puzzled glance. "Are you sure you're feeling alright, dear? If you're sick, you really ought to be in bed resting."

"I'm well, don't worry." The vixen responded, letting out a small sigh. "I've just been unusually tired lately. I'll let you know if I start feeling ill." It was a white lie, and as much as she didn't like fibbing to her faithful servant, there wasn't much reason to make the old hen worry. It wasn't as if she was in any sort of danger, after all. If that crocodile tried anything uncouth, a scream from Marian would wake the whole castle in an instant.

They played one more lousy round before the maiden was finished, electing to retire to her chambers for a bath. Lady Kluck went ahead and prepared it for her, while the fox herself wandered around the castle's courtyard. There was no sign of her reptilian teacher anywhere, but she wasn't entirely sure where his post was to begin with. Perhaps he was on patrol during the day? Making a mental note to do a bit of snooping tomorrow, she headed back to her bedchambers.

Her bath was long and relaxing, the vixen's nose finding itself buried in another children's book from the library as she soaked. This one was an illustrated tale about a legendary knight, who conquered his fears and vanquished a rather comical-looking dragon. In a way, the monster somewhat resembled the Captain, with his stout body and short legs. Marian supposed she could see that big, scary fellow breathing fire if he got angry enough. He had been kind to her thus far, though...

Idly, she wondered what he'd meant by "payment" in his final words to her the night prior. While she was a noble lady, she didn't have any money of her own--instead, anything she needed was provided by the crown, which left her rarely wanting (save for new books, perhaps). Still, he must have known that, being as high-ranking as he was. Marian tapped her chin, wondering on the matter until her bath water grew chilly, and the sun dipped below the horizon.

It was night now, and the fox had to contain her excitement as she dressed, making certain to apply perfume and make sure her fur was just so before leaving. The castle had quieted down by now, making it rather easy to sneak out to the tournament grounds and await the tutelage of the guard captain. She wondered if he'd teach her any sort of advanced techniques today, as Marian was sure she'd gotten at least the basics down by now. She was a quick learner, after all.

As it was last night, the crocodile seemed to be in no hurry to meet up with her. It was almost an hour of waiting before she saw him approaching in the distance, carrying the same bow as before, albeit with a strange grin plastered across his face. As usual, his smiling face gave her chills. Perhaps it was how his sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight, but he looked undeniably sinister.

"Evening, my lady." He called out in his deep, throaty voice, his stubby legs carrying him over toward her. The captain tossed the bow in Marian's direction, which she had to struggle to catch, clearly not expecting such a sudden action from him. He seemed impressed by the fox's quick reflexes though, giving her a quiet nod of approval.

"Hello." She replied, getting both hands on that weapon and holding it tightly. "I appreciate your arrival, but I do believe the issue of your compensation remains. What sort of thing might you desire from me?" Her eyes scanned his features, trying to ascertain his intentions, but he was incredibly hard to read. His face was not particularly expressive, and his eyes contained little emotion.

"Well, worry not, I've no designs on any possessions of yours." He grunted out, waving his hand dismissively in front of his reptilian face. "You see, Prince John has put me in charge of the archery tournament--I'm there to make sure everything goes smoothly for all of the contestants. The problem is, that disqualifies me from being able to participate myself."

Marian followed his words, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "But you're the captain of the guard, are you not? Why would you want to take part in such a trivial game? Surely you have no need to assert your mastery over the others."

"Aye, but you forget the prize, my dear. A kiss from the lovely Maid Marian herself. Were it simply money on the line, I'd have no desire to contend." The much larger crocodile gave her what she could only presume to be a lascivious grin, his eyes seeming to try to bore through her clothing. "I'm no fool, I acknowledge there's no chance a beast such as myself could ever marry a comely noble lass. But I'm confident I could die happy were I to receive a kiss from one."

Marian felt herself blushing beneath her well-groomed fur, a bit moved by the captain's plight. The fox did not find him handsome in the slightest, nor was his voice particularly pleasant to listen to. But none of that was his fault, was it? She swallowed hard, taking a quick glance about to be sure no one was watching them. "Ahh, so...a kiss is the payment you desire, then?"

"Yes, my lady." The crocodile responded matter-of-factly, his thick tail swishing gently behind him. "Unless you find it too much to ask. You've nothing else to offer me as payment for my services, however, so I would have little incentive to continue your training if you refused."

Marian considered his offer for a moment, ears folding back against her head. It scarcely needed to be said that she had no desire to kiss this beastly crocodile, but she very badly wanted to shoot again. It was just about the only excitement in her day-to-day life, something she'd gotten spoiled with from spending so much time with Robin growing up. The vixen had a lust for adventure, and Nottingham seemed to have precious little of it to go around.

"W-well, I suppose..." Marian began, digging her toes into the dirt as she mulled it over in her mind a little bit more. She -was- going to have to kiss someone at the end of the tournament anyway, she'd at least agreed to that much. Was there any harm in parting with another kiss for a little excitement of her own? It wasn't as if anyone would see them, and if he bragged about it to the castle's denizens, she'd deny it until she was blue in the face.

"I suppose it's alright." Finally left her maw, the maiden biting her lower lip in apprehension as her companion grinned broadly. Those teeth of his looked as if they could end her rightly were they to clamp around her throat, and the idea of even giving him a gentle smooch made her shudder a bit. Still, it was a small price to pay for such a valuable lesson, was it not? This was knowledge that would stick with her forever, after all.

"Your words are music to my ears, heheh..." The lumbering reptile chuckled, closing the distance between them in a few careful steps. His hungry eyes locked with her own, half-lidded as he took the bow from her hands, placing it on a nearby stall. "Now, I'm going to need a real kiss, not a meager peck on the cheek. We stop when I say we stop, and not a moment before. Is that clear, my lady?"

The maiden shivered a bit, realizing this was the last chance for her to refuse his advance. Her gorgeous brown eyes drifted over to that masterfully-crafted bow on the stall next to her, before centering on his face yet again. "Yes, I...I understand." The fox meekly responded, looking down at her shoes as her companion admired her body rather unceremoniously.

"That's what I like to hear." The captain cooed, reaching out his large, scaled hands and closing them around her waist. The young vixen let out a whimper, shivering in his grasp as the powerful male pulled her in against his body. His stomach was soft, likely from a healthy appetite for pie and ale, and provided ample cushion for her as he held her close.

A single clawed finger hooked under the maiden's chin, bringing her muzzle up toward his own. She closed her eyes tightly, able to smell his breath from this close. The aroma was a mixture of black currant and pipe tobacco, a smoky sweet combination that would have been pleasant if not associated with the captain. The older male seemed to take his time, caressing her cheek and brushing his snout against her, before finally coming in for that kiss he so dearly desired.

His mouth met with Marian's, before parting to reveal those dagger-like teeth of his, as well as a long, slimy tongue. The vixen squirmed in his grasp, but he held her fast, reminding her of the agreement she'd made with him. They were done when he said they were done, and not a moment before. Relenting, the fox shuddered deeply, following suit. Her maw slowly opened, revealing her pretty pink tongue and her well-kept canine fangs.

That slippery muscle of his invaded her mouth, massaging her own and causing a rivulet of spittle to run down toward her chin. It was a sloppy, forceful kiss, and the exact opposite of what Marian imagined her first would be like. With her eyes still closed tightly, the madly blushing vixen tried to pretend it was Robin she was locked in a tight oral embrace with. Her handsome, silver-tongued Robin Hood, coming to rescue her and make good on his promise of marriage all those years ago...

Unfortunately, this had the unintended side effect of exciting the poor fox, her heart beginning to thump in her chest as she indulged in those quiet, personal fantasies. The captain, seeing this as her buckling under his advances, doubled down. His tongue began to invade her maw even further, gliding against her own pink appendage, as well as caressing her teeth and the sides of her muzzle. It was clear he was intent on tasting every bit of her that he could get away with...

Marian's throat undulated slightly as she audibly swallowed that cocktail of mixed saliva, the fox mewling softly between sloppy kisses as her eyes slowly fluttered open again. Her entire body felt hot, her tail beginning to betray her by swishing back and forth beneath her dress. The crocodile continued violating her mouth with very little decorum, even going so far as to pull back and suckle on her tongue, before deciding he'd had his fill.

"Phew. Well, I suppose that's enough for now." The lecherous guard captain snickered, giving her hips a rough squeeze before releasing her. Marian stood there for a moment, her eyes slightly unfocused from how pleasurable the whole experience had been. Surely this was due to her imagining Robin in his stead, and not because she'd actually enjoyed kissing that big bully...right? The vixen shivered and shook her head in an attempt to break out of the lustful stupor she'd found herself in.

"Y-yes, ahem--I'm glad that's, ahh, quite done with." The maiden replied, wiping her mouth and realizing what a mess he'd made of her. Her tongue still tingled, the taste of his saliva sticking with her for some time after their embrace. "I...I trust you're satisfied, now? I'd like to continue my training, as we agreed upon."

"Right, right. Well, let's get to it." The crocodile sneered, retrieving her bow and handing it to Marian. He'd brought several arrows as well, and went about instructing her much the same as he'd done the night before. Apart from his hands being a bit more...audacious than usual in how they guided her, there was nothing out of the ordinary about this training session after her 'payment' was rendered.

Marian's 'grouping' (as her tutor called it) was getting noticeably tighter, and she was becoming a bit more comfortable with her bow in general. He praised her abilities, which made her swell with pride, though the shame of what they'd done together weighed on her mind throughout her training.

"Tomorrow night, I'll show you a more advanced stance. It's the one I use, but it's a bit tough for beginners. I think you'll do just fine, though." The captain insisted, giving her a pat on the shoulders once she'd loosed her last arrow for the night. It was getting late, and Marian didn't want to sleep in until noon again, so she reluctantly agreed to stop, handing over her bow to the captain and making her way back to her bedchambers.

As the vixen lay there, thinking about that sloppy, lurid kiss the two of them had shared, she began to rub her thighs together, a pleasurable tingle running down her spine. Masturbation was a sin, and Marian knew that any sort of lewd activity out of wedlock was considered one as well. Her body was so very hot, though...

Resisting her carnal urges, the fox drifted off to sleep roughly an hour later, feeling deeply unsatisfied.